Sacred Chevalier

"It's about time they arrived in Luca, right? Knowing the nature of the Dean of the Academy, you will be blue."

Flora Fairchild, second-year chief of the Royal Knights College Administrative Officer Training Program, was sitting on the terrace in the college and drinking tea in the sun. Written exams will take place shortly in the Administrator's Program. Other graduate students are being pursued for that study, but she has been able to afford all subjects since the first grade.

"Massive disposition of hero candidates since the beginning of Knights College… it's a sight to see"

Imagine march training and the ensuing repercussions, laughing funny. But one of the cadets involved in the Fairchild family gave his opinion. The decrease in the number of heroes (chevaliers) was due to the belief that it was a problem for the kingdom.

"I also heard that the heroes (Chevaliers) were greatly exhausted in the battle ahead. Securing heroes and holy knights is also an important challenge in the Navy. Wouldn't that be a problem?

"You won't. Rather than that, you won't win any day in a way that relies on the number of saint knights. At least in naval warfare…"

The cadets tilt their heads. Flora described her findings.

"Why is the Holy Knight important even in the Navy? That's because previous naval battles have been about hitting each other's ships, getting on enemy ships, and fighting the White Soldiers. Naturally, it would be a melee battle using a dagger if you were to fight a white soldier in a limited spot on board. You can't create a formation like land, it's a one-on-one battle. No one can beat the Holy Knight (Paladin) one-on-one. So the number of saint knights mattered"

The cadets nodded in unison. For them, Flora Fairchild is also equal to the Queen. I sincerely admired its beauty and overwhelming intelligence.

Flora sipped a little warmer tea and continued the conversation.

"But the advent of a cannon will change that battle. If dozens of iron bullets are struck in from unreachable distances of the sword, they sink from ship to ship before they fight. The Holy Knight is a human being, isn't he? It's not like you have a twig or wings on your back. The upcoming naval battle will be centered on ranged warfare, not short-range warfare. Not the power of man, but the performance and quantity of weapons divide victory and defeat…"

The cadets float a complex float. Flora, too, understood how they felt. It is the cannon that blows up all of that stuff and makes it just a matter of battle, the rush of manoeuvring technology, the power and perseverance as a samurai… The cadets are also proud. It was that they hated the cannon, nor could they be compelled.

(But perhaps a weapon with artillery or gunpowder will be the star of the battlefield. While not taking pride or pride lightly, humans want convenience. Stones thrown, bows and arrows, crossbows… all of this came from a common desire for greater destruction in a farther place. In the distant future, a weapon will be created that will allow the destruction that can ruin the city with a single blow to reach the end of the world…)

I don't know what kind of weapon it will be. But I understand that the war ahead is not just about the exchange of life on the first battlefield. Resource power and weapons productivity say things. In other words, we administrators will be the protagonists of the war. That's what I thought, and Flora shuddered unexpectedly.

"All forty-eight heroes (Chevaliers) have reached Luca by today. But one of these days, twenty-nine of us have been sourcing food to the Ryune, and the remaining nineteen are not ready, so get out of here."

On the evening of the tenth day after his departure from the Wang capital Istalone, Lilia Shrisp, Dean of the Royal Knights Academy, had confirmed the number of heroes, the Holy Knights, who had arrived in Luca. It was somewhat unexpected, but not surprising, about the fact that all heroes made it. It has been on the same path since last year. The problem was that we weren't at all ready for the rune.

"Dean, the remedy is…"

"You may offer a remedy against the Holy Knight (Paladin). Pass the food and supplies this one has prepared and divide them into twenty-nine squads. Except for heroes, though. I want you to go back to King's Landing."

"Again, is it school disposition"

The professors sighed. Lilia put her hands together on the desk and sharpened her eyelids.

"I understand you have objections. But the minimum consciousness required of a hero is a sense of responsibility. Your sense of responsibility towards the Sacred Knight, without which the Sacred Knight that has become your turn, will be unhappy and you will lose your life on the battlefield. They didn't have it. I will point that out sharply and make it a school discharge. So some of them will open their eyes."

"I see. Is it not expulsion, but school discharge, to accept when you want to be a hero again..."

If it comes to expulsion, even if you come back to college again, you have to start again in a school year. However, school discharge would mean dropping out of school halfway through the second grade. One year later, those who had retried without giving up their path to heroes intended to accept them in the (d) school year.

"Nevertheless, the twenty-eight Stefans expected, it was surprising that Mirabeau, who was acting alone, had also been well prepared in time"

"Paul Mirabeau. You were the three boys in the Baron Mirabeau family. That's interesting. Let's talk a little bit."

Lilia called Paul Mirabeau.

"There was a marching party going from Wang Du to Lisben, so I was given a free ride, provided I helped load and unload my baggage, night shift, etc. I got ready in Lisbon and rented a luggage car to get here."

Paul Mirabeau spoke pale, with a gloomy expression. Hero candidates, including Kite, are young and lively. Paul is also only twenty years old, but the atmosphere was dark, with the impression of root darkness.

"You've done an excellent job in school. Why didn't you get on with the Lansbergs' proposal? Though I think we could have moved easier?

"I am root-dark on this street and it doesn't fit with them. They also hate me from the Saint Knight candidates. The three of you who worked with me have no choice but to stay. I thought that moving with the Lansbergs would make them feel bad, too."

Speaking in a faceless, pale tone even gives the impression of being cold. This attitude would be the reason why we distance ourselves from the other hero candidates and the Saint Knight candidates dislike us.

But Lilia was reassessing the candidate in front of her. There's no way you can understand emotional subtleties to just a cold person. It decided that it combines exceptional intelligence with the ability to act to negotiate with the marching corps.

"That's brilliant. This march training is still the right thing to do. That's it, isn't it? Tomorrow is early, so I don't mind stepping back. Just for the record, this is my advice as Dean of the Academy. I wouldn't tell you to change your personality, but I wouldn't despise myself for being root-dark. You should be sociable enough to respond when you're spoken to, right?

"... thank you. Excuse me."

Paul left the room with a gratuitous expression.

The next morning, with the sunrise, everyone gathered in the square of the settlement. Twenty-nine hero candidates and one hundred and forty-five Holy Knight candidates will be aligned. The nineteen disqualified hero candidates have not participated. They will be returned to the King's Capital and will be discharged after march training.

"Well, as you've already noticed, unfortunately, nineteen hero candidates have been disqualified. As I said at the start of the training 'I don't want the incompetent', they will be disposed of. But for the fifty-seven cadets of the Holy Knight who were in action with them, we will allocate two squads each after condemning them. I let them have food and supplies, so it won't be a burden."

Lilia separated words there and looked over at them all. Sharpen your eyes and make your voice a little louder.

"'I don't want the incompetent'... that's the same word for the Cadets of the Holy Knight, isn't it? The Holy Knight is not a subordinate or servant of a hero. If you think a hero's judgment is wrong, you must be able to assert your opinions firmly. That's why they call it" number ". If you also think that the Knights of the Knights College program is a decoration to find a better daughter-in-law, pack your bags and leave now!

The occasion is sinister. Lilia looked at everyone for a few moments with a rugged look on her face, and returned to a soft look.

"Well, that's it for your sermon...... we're going to start marching training. The twenty-nine heroes on this occasion are excellent candidates who have survived my exams. You will be relieved to entrust the Holy Knights. Go right through the Great Forest and reach the Lune. We have more luxurious meals and sweet treats than last year, don't we?

Ooh... I didn't hear you say that. Lilia's expression earlier did not make her do so. Lilia had a troubled look on her face and tilted her neck with her hands on her cheeks.

"... have I overstated it a little? Difficult to pretend to be tough after all, huh?

(No, that's definitely the nature!

Everyone on the spot, including the professors, shouted so inside.

One hundred and seventy-four men and women walk through the Great Forest. We were all familiar with this forest. After last year's march training, the map that Kate wrote was shared with everyone, as well as gathering more information in Lisbon. Once in the Great Forest, it was extremely easy to get through there.

"Zului, Kate... Were you on such an easy path last year?

In the first day of camp, Stefan had spilled so much stupidity that he was comforted by Aphrodisiac, his turn. All twenty-nine of them are camping in almost the same place. This was inevitable in a way. If you have the same information, the rest will be physical battles, but if you are in the same grade and have five Holy Knight candidates, there will be no significant difference in marching speed.

"Stefan, do you have a minute?

Alteur called out. Besides Verlaine, there's a man with a shady expression with him.

"I was consulted by Mirabeau. Think you deserve to be considered. I want Stefan's opinion."

The social Stefan also knew about Paul Mirabeau. I didn't hate it, but I thought you didn't like people very much, and you weren't actively involved. Stefan was heartily surprised to hear of that consultation from Paul Mirabeau. Paul thanked the three of them and began to make his point.

"I hear the march training grades will be evaluated by rank, residual funds and exhaustion. If so, if they were of the same rank, the same funds, and the same degree of exhaustion, all would be in first place. That's why I'm here. I don't think we should all receive three gold coins anyway."

That was exactly the same story Kate thought about a year ago and brought to Stefan and Carlos. Paul's story further magnifies it, and the idea is that all one hundred and seventy-four will receive three gold coins at a time. Stefan gathered the other heroes as soon as he nodded, but unexpectedly thought. Because Paul hated people and thought he preferred loneliness.

"Actually, it's an embarrassing story, but I have some anxiety about the funds for my return. It would be easier to go home if three pieces of gold were to come in. That said, it's hard to beat you guys in a pure physical battle. So this is how I took the consultation. I mean, a ploy."

To Paul's words, Artur blew out. If you're honest like this, you can't say no or be angry. Verlaine nodded at the words as well.

"I understand the situation well. Sir's honesty makes it easier to convince the other heroes. The road so far has been different, but we are friends who ate bread burned in the same kiln. I'll spare your cooperation."

"Right. Let's start by collecting all the funds in hand and split them evenly between the squads. Align your march speed and the second checkpoint will be there by noon on the fourth day. We all work together to find the flowers and keep going to Lyune. Five or two gold coins, huh? What look will the Dean of the Academy look like?

The three laughed, but Paul remained faceless.

The sightings in the streets and the security of the runes were hit by the Cadets of the Knights College, but the sightings in the Great Forest are carried out by the heroes, the Holy Knights and the hunters. From last year's reflection, Wesen had escaped to grate deer and pigs because he had a thorough vigilance.

"Damn...... now you don't have a bear! Besides, there's even Lord Wackenheim right around the corner, right? Where the hell is my prey?

Kite and the four Saint Knights were camping by coming just off the river. Cook the meat in an incendiary fire and roast the bread. The four of them were staring at Kite grunting stupidity. Sasha's "Thousand Eyes" foresees the encounter between Kate and Wesen. But the location was unknown. Not necessarily that the future is definitive. If you try to cross the river, I can help you. But stop. That's what the four of them had decided.

The first day of march training in the Great Forest was thus only easy. The same was true for the second and third days. The Stefans have already arrived just outside the second checkpoint. Wesen hasn't appeared yet. But the four Elfinas, and Walter Wackenheim, were on heightened alert.

And the fourth day came...

That day was a rare and cool morning for the Great Forest of the South. Fog can get into one side around, bad vision. The kites began to move with the dawn. Stephanes sophomores are expected to arrive at the second checkpoint at noon on this day. It was the most dangerous time. Therefore, focus on looking around from the second checkpoint to the riverside.

"Huh... Kaito"

Sophia stopped Kite whispering as she approached the riverside. From the thick fog, the smell of the beast. Kate narrowed her eyes and nodded. Put your hands on the sword that was lowering to your hips. My mouth was distorted. I remember this tingling sensation. A year ago, it was that feeling.

I heard the sound of a vacillation. Stopping Sophia from trying to stand in front of herself, Kate took a step forward. I hear a roar called Grrrrrrrrrrrr. Become forward and take a step further.

"Kaito!"

You reacted to Elfina's voice, the sound came closer. I have sweat on my forehead and goosebumps. And with the red and black eyes, "Death" appeared in front of him. It is the deep Wesen "Bloodstained Giant Bear (Bloody Evil Bear)" we met a year ago.

"Big guy! What, this is the bear?

Even bigger than last year. The giant bear, which appeared nostalgic with four legs, was like a giant beard. If you get up, your body will be over five meters long. Sasha saw what it looked like and went in like she remembered her fear a year ago. To protect it, Elfina and Elsa follow left and right. While staring at the giant bear, Kate skipped the instruction.

"Sofia! There are other possibilities. Be vigilant!

My jaw trembled. Speaking of not being afraid makes me lie. But the passion that surpassed the fear gushed from the bottom of my belly. A long time ago a dark and cold anger came to a boil.

"No whoops... it's been a year. I've been waiting for this moment (when)... no resentment for yourselves, but you guys do. I'll kill you and eat you!

Goaaaaa!!

A giant bear covered in bristles rose and growled. The voice was so great that it resonated throughout the forest. Kate's eyes shimmered. Pull out the sword you stabbed in the hips. Brush your teeth and endure the killing of a piercing beast.

I took a step forward. I took the second step. And I started running. Huge walls loom in front of you. The giant bear has sparkled his special nails and waved them down. It is the nail that took Roxanne's life. Kate remained passionate and intercepted those nails with a sword...

In the mansion of the Wolfalt family in the Wang capital, the Lord and the next Lord were bargaining liquor. Our own disciples are on their way to the Great Forest to peel them off. By now, it would be about the time I was relative to Wesen.

"So, what do you say? You've been working out this past March, not even in the pattern, but?

Wolfalt family owner Raul Wolfalt asked his son, Leon Wolfalt. Leon shrugged his shoulders and spoke of how his disciples were floating.

"Anyway, he's not talented. In just March, it's where you tap into the basics at best. Well, by graduation, you'll be able to protect yourself."

"Does heaven not give two things? Even if it's full of vitality, I can't believe it's not talented. How strong are you going to be?

Leon was thinking about how his apprentice was, with his mouth full of booze and evil. I still can't even detect the signs to Matomo. I'm sore, but if I fix it somewhere, it breaks down again. Muscle and strength are the ones that come with it there, but it was far from admitting it was getting stronger.

"Well, that's right. I dedicate everything in the rest of my life to my sword, for the rest of my life, even if I continue my studies..."

I drank up and sighed unfortunately.

"... is it something like the Knights of the Kingdom rank?"

Raul nodded as if he had no choice.